If this the 90’s, man, I’m Range Rovering/
Niggas don’t own shit, niggas foreclosing/
With green eyes on their bitch, niggas four(for) cloving (clothing)
(Dope Dealer)
Get it?...(nah)..Fuck it/
I was accustomed to pushing a bucket/
I learned my destiny as a child like Latoya Lucket/
I got these bitches feeling lucky, these niggas telling their lies/
Ain’t no need for my demise, the truth bearer of Yah/
Homie, I’m of the struggle, the struggler of the message/
The message would’ll cut ya guggler, the mess would bloody your necklace/
Blood diamond subjected, blood diamond erected/
Greed is the disease of the blood diamond infected/
Police is getting reckless, my advice is kill em/
No need to put that gun down, BlackPOET, conceal em/
Murder weapons to ceiling, feeling like Dexter Morgan/
Serial killer killing, killing em by recording/
Niggas thinking they special, they really so unimportant/
I’m taking these body bags, stay stacking em like I’m hoarding/
Slave until I’m gone, is nothing I condone/
Talking code in my home, cuz wiring tapping my phone/
Lord save us/
40’s on our back like Gale Sayers/
Pacifying the people, the people sit and say prayers/
While they plotting to slay us/
Why they plot and betray us?/
No, we don’t owe no favors/
It’s black and white as the Raiders… I’m the Dope Dealer/

My nigga, I don’t give a fuck what they say about me/
Til then I’ma rise, homie, high in the sky/
We floating sky high, in infinite rise/
You know that muthafuckin’ Dope Dealer/
My nigga, I don’t give a fuck what they say about me/
Til then I’ma rise, homie, high in the sky/
We floating sky high, in infinite rise/
You know that muthafucka Free/

Wake in the morning and I breathe in light/
I ask myself the simple question, “Is this all to life?”/
But simple questions are the ones that plague the mind/
Detrimental on whether you good, kind or divine/
Evil is in mind, hear the demons still scheming/
Patronizing my soul, soulfully inconvenient/
The geniuses of the po’, still considered the heathen/
May allegiances grow, FUCK THE PLEGDE OF ALLEGIENCE/
Homie, why keep it secret/
This our country we’ll keep it/
Our blood is in this land, why we educated to weakness/
Kids are dead as children, cuz no culture in thesis/
Envy shadow the people, cuz Love is shattered to pieces/
Jesus…these clouds bear purplish rain/
New answers everyday to “what we will do for fame”/
The hero yesterday was the kingpin of cocaine/
Today and tomorrow may very well be the same/
Redefine dope… dealing (fade)/

My nigga, I don’t give a fuck what they say about me/
Til then I’ma rise, homie, high in the sky/
We floating sky high, in infinite rise/
You know that muthafuckin’ Dope Dealer/
My nigga, I don’t give a fuck what they say about me/
Til then I’ma rise, homie, high in the sky/
We floating sky high, in infinite rise/
You know that muthafucka Free/